Asleep at the Wheel (Lyrics)

at our feet lay fallen giants in a coffin rests the state in our fists were clutching tightly key to open fires gate so shoot the dice and flip the coin tie the noose and back your words or hide under the blankets when the wolves come out to play (when i start singing "so shoot the dice..." the yelling is "a sheep in wolves clothing".) [Chorus:] when it's anybody's game will you just cower on the shelf or sharpen the blade of your sword the rounds set in the chamber and the tyrants blood runs cold to fire the bullet first you must pick up the gun. does the black bandana cloak the bomber or the coward? does your screaming wreak of protest or dissolve into the crowd? are we building up a movement or decaying with the state? when the guns have fallen in our hands we'll have no time to wait. [Chorus] muerte policia OR more dead policia